My Appendectomy

Oh, Good Morning! You know, it is somewhat difficult to write my blog right now. Many of my stories are observations on life. However, right now, there is not a whole lot going on here at “Casa Dackel Princess”, which leaves me without much to write about.

I could complain about being cooped up and the lack of being able to go here and there, and see the people I love and care about. But quite honestly, I’m sort of afraid to be out for any length of time.

All that being said I thought I would scan in a couple of recently found, old pictures.

I got a rather large box of pictures from my Mom when she passed. I was so surprised by a few of them. I hadn’t seen them in years, and some I’d never seen at all. So, here is one, and the story behind it.

Here I am at the age of almost four years old. About six weeks before my fourth birthday. I remember the day before not being very hungry and not feeling well. I recall waking in the night with such pain that I couldn’t stand up straight. I walked to my parent’s room and woke them.

They thought I must have eaten too much junk but then Mom touched me and realized I had a fever. She jumped out of bed and tried to lay me down where she had been.

Dad woke, and he tried to get me to lie flat and when he did my knees came up and hit him in the face.

I guess they must have called the doctor and soon I was in the car with both of them racing towards Falmouth Hospital. And a very funny thing happened. Dad was so upset he turned to go to Highfield Theater instead of the turn to go to the Hospital! I recall my Mom chastizing him for the mistake.

Now it gets fuzzy for me after that. I recall the way the Ether Stunk. I recall trying to push the mask away and then nothing.

My memories of that time include feeling very sick after. They kept offering me things to drink, and I refused. They called my Mom and she said to offer me a cup of tea. They did and I said, “Yes please”.

I recall watching Captain Kangaroo through the bars of my cot.  I also recall my sister sneaking in to visit me. She and I are so close and she was frantic. I love that she snuck in to see me!

I also recall my Mom giving me most of my birthday gifts early. Especially the one toy I had wanted, “Digger the Dog”.

As you can see, I am truly, THAT OLD, when a toy like that only cost $4.99!

I also recall that my Mom was worried I would be scarred for life, and when she pulled back the sheets to see the bandage, there was simply a band-aid on the site!

I also remember that when I got home I slipped going up the stairs and fell down probably three steps and cut my finger just a little. Imagine my poor mother when I yelled to her, “I’m bleeding” after she heard me fall.

So that is the story of my appendectomy. Just a wee thing I was. And all these years later, I’m not sure I can even locate the scar.